It is with great pain
I admit my capacity for compassion
Due to the deficit I feel
For myself
If there are "powers that be"
I would say to them
"You're wasting all you have,
You unproductive, useless
Incompetent Fucks"
No man is an island
Yet I'm abandoned
My child is abandoned
In our greatest hour of need
Too bad I'm not Jesus
For I know God didn't forsake Him
Still, I can get still
I know who I am
I fight a futile fight
Rather than believe all that life has show me about myself
Where is my peace?
It is in the in between moments
That I deny real life
and my dreams of escaping it
What is the next chapter?
Nothing is reliable
This I know
Nothing is safe
It's been proven
Over and over again
So I will continue wilting
Until I am beneath ground
Composted beyond recognition
Of all the false promises that were spoken into me
Birth and death
Are my only
Absolutes
This, I already knew
